“And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.”

Finished up a couple of my more recent ancestors. I’m really itching to get back to the big downtown library. A lot of work to be done there, a lot of newspaper look-ups. Maybe next week. I was sorta planning to hit the library once a month, but I want to go more often.

Most of my genealogy work was done this morning, because about noon, my grandson came to visit (my daughter had to go to work earlier than usual). So we did our usual grandmaw-rocks-me-and-I-get-more-spoiled-by-the-minute routine. Then it was bottle time. So I laid him down on the floor on his blanket so I could fix him a bottle. He was on his belly and he doesn’t like “tummy time”, I think he gets tired of lifting his head up. So in a few seconds he was winding up for a good howling, when…suddenly…he rolled over on his back! He had his right arm stretched out over his head, then as his temper tantrum was growing, he arched his back and lifted his head again and the weight of his head rolled him over on his back. The screaming hissy-fit suddenly stopped and a most perplexed face looked toward me.

I was laughing myself silly by this time, then my grandson started his baby-laughing. Just like that, the hissy-fit was forgotten!

I tried to put him in that same position again to see if he’d roll over again, but he hasn’t quite mastered it just yet. But, oh, what a first on his 5th (month) birthday!